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People are out there curing cancer, fighting wars, doing science, making art.
And I'm here in my little corner of the world, typing up another 20 000 words about girls getting fucked six ways to Sunday in the most outrageous and illogical ways.
Well, I hope these stories brighten peoples' days in some way or another.
I wish y'all a very happy reading and nutting.
I wanted to put this on my socmed but then... Too many eyes..
I feel like... the people I know are going to judge for not having the proper reactions.
I've been feeling really suicidal the whole of 2022. Unable to commit to stuff. Fucking up, forgetting things.
Wanted to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening.
(Don't worry I'm in a safe place, just that I'm tired.)
I wanted to put this on my socmed but then... Too many eyes..
I feel like... the people I know are going to judge for not having the proper reactions.
I've been feeling really suicidal the whole of 2022. Unable to commit to stuff. Fucking up, forgetting things.
Wanted to get it off my chest. Thanks for listening.
(Don't worry I'm in a safe place, just that I'm tired.)
Can't believe I finally finished one story here!
Knottingham Kennels is officially done at 74000 words!
Luna is now a certified knotslut! The last chapter double posted but I'm redoing that with some art.
Thanks for joining me on this wild ride.
I'll be trying to finish Daddy Daughter Diaries soon and then I'll move on to Nomie and the Woodcutter.
Has this happened to anyone else?
Like you write something you think is super hot in the moment but then after you post it and you go bust a load in the bathroom, you reread and think "May... maybe that was a little too fucked up..."
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